“I’m boarding!” Xing Tuo coldly glared at him, his tone containing imminent anger.
The driver was so scared he immediately fell silent.
Qian Li quickly pulled him off the bus, giving him an annoyed look before turning to walk away.
Qian Zhi sat blankly in the living room, gazing at her mother’s busy figure in the kitchen. The setting sun slanted in through the window, casting light on her mother’s hair. She discovered that her mother’s once jet-black hair now had a hint of gray. An inexplicable sadness welled up in her heart, and her mother’s figure gradually blurred in her tearful vision. She recalled many things she had never paid attention to before. She didn’t know when it started, but her mother would occasionally mention wanting to travel. Each time her mother said this, she would be happy, thinking her mother finally had her own life and friends. When her mother took medication, and she questioned it, her mother said it was vitamins, explaining that she was getting older and needed to supplement her diet. She never doubted her mother’s words, but she hadn’t expected so many things.
Qian Zhi walked over and hugged her mother from behind, burying her head deeply in her shoulder.
Her mother was startled: “What’s wrong?”
Tears silently slid down, unnoticed by her mother. She didn’t move, her heart filled with water, afraid of spilling a sea of sorrow.
When she looked up again, she wore a sweet smile, saying: “I just wanted to hug you.”
Xia Qian Zhi had been sitting on the edge of the fountain in front of the Grand Building for a long time.
The warm autumn afternoon sunlight felt like a soft hand caressing her face. She tilted her head back, squinting her eyes in the sunlight, staring at the fifty-story building before her.
What would it feel like to stand on the fifty-seventh floor?
The flow of people at the Grand Building’s entrance began to increase. A black Lincoln stretch limousine quietly stopped at the entrance.
The car door opened.
Long, slender legs, a handsome profile.
Xia Qian Zhi stared unblinkingly, making no sound.
Xing Tuo walked toward the company’s entrance, then suddenly stopped, as if sensing something. He turned back and saw Qian Zhi’s smiling face.
